CHAPTER TWO

CALLIE

I arrived at the VIP section 112 of the club where we had agreed to meet, my heart pounding harder than the bass shaking the walls. I paused at the door, smoothing down my dress as I glanced inside.

And then, I saw him.

He sat casually on the couch, sipping a drink. His appearance took me by surprise- too refined, too elegant, and way too good-looking for someone in his line of work.

"Get it together, Callie," I whispered, straightening my back and summoning a confidence I didn’t feel as I walked toward him.

“You’re late,” he said, raising his head to meet my gaze with those gorgeous brown eyes.

Ignoring the formality, I sat into the seat across from him and crossed my arms. “Let’s skip the small talk.”

His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t reply.

“I didn’t come here for pleasantries,” I continued. “I came here for one thing. So let’s get to it.”

He gave me a surprised look, but I didn’t care.

Reaching for the zipper of my dress, I tugged it down, and it slid off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my matching lace bra and panties.

His drink halted midway to his lips as his eyes widened in shock.

“I’m all yours,” I whispered, standing tall in front of him. “So, let’s get started. Now.”

He stared at me for a long moment, his drink still frozen halfway to his lips. Then, as if coming to his senses, he placed the glass on the table and stepped closer.

Slowly, he slid his arms around me, lifting me effortlessly and setting me down on the table. His eyes locked on mine for a brief second before he leaned in, and his lips touched mine.

The kiss was soft, gentle, and not rushed. Heat coursed through me as his hands trailed along my back, drawing me closer and anchoring me to him.

My breath hitched as his fingers expertly traced the edges of my bra. With a flick, he unhooked it and threw it to the ground.

"Oh, you're so sexy," he muttered, cupping my breast with his hands while his tongue drew circles on my nipple.

My hand found its way into his pants, and I gasped when I felt his dick- it was huge.

"Can you come have me now?" I said, feeling my pussy dripping already. I was so turned on at this point.

He didn't say a word. He just kept his eyes locked on mine, slowly pulling off my panties before unhooking his pants and pulling out his dick.

I won’t lie, I had never seen a dick this big before. Well, I had only seen one a long time ago.

He then dragged me closer and went deep into me. I let out a loud moan, biting my lower lip to keep myself from screaming too loudly.

He kept thrusting slowly at first, then increased his pace. My head wanted to explode from the pleasure I felt.

The way he kept staring at me while he fucked me made the pleasure even more intense. Who was this guy?

I got down from the table and put my dress back on. What did I just do? Oh, I really enjoyed it.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked as I zipped up my dress.

He smirked, clearly amused by the question. “Well, I….”

Before he could finish, the door burst open, and a woman stormed in. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded, glaring at me.

I blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“I said, who are you, and what are you doing here?” she repeated. “This is my client. I was running late, and….”

“Your client?” I asked, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

“Yes. Mr Sebastian,” she said, gesturing toward the man who now looked far too entertained for my liking.

My eyes widened in horror. “Wait a minute. This isn’t VIP section 112?”

“No,” she snapped. “This is 121. Didn’t you check the damn sign?”

I turned to Sebastian, my face heating with humiliation. “You knew, didn’t you? You knew I was in the wrong room!”

He raised his hands in mock surrender, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “I tried to tell you,” he said calmly. “But you were... persuasive.”

“You’re unbelievable!” I screamed at him. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

He leaned back against the couch. “Would you have listened?”

I opened my mouth to argue but realized he was right. I’d been too focused on taking control to let him get a word in.

“You... you’re despicable!” I spat, grabbing my bag. “I can’t believe this.”

I glared at him, as my hands trembled. “You’re the worst kind of man,” I continued, trying my best to keep my voice steady. “Sitting there like some smug, arrogant bastard while I made a complete fool of myself. You could’ve tried harder to stop me!”

He didn’t budge. Instead he sat there with that smirk on his lips and that alone fueled my anger.

“You think this is funny?” I snapped. “You’re pathetic. A joke. You probably get your kicks from letting women embarrass themselves, don’t you? Does it make you feel powerful? Does it?”

Sebastian’s calm demeanor didn’t waver. “Are you done?” he asked, his tone infuriatingly calm.

“No, I’m not done!” I shouted. “You’re a slimy, self-serving creep who doesn’t deserve a shred of decency. And your name? Sebastian? What are you, a third-rate romance novel villain?”

His lips twitched, like he was holding back laughter, and I lost it.

“Don’t you dare laugh!” I pointed a finger at him. “You don’t get to laugh, you smug bastard. You’re nothing but a low life.”

Sebastian folded his arms, leaning back casually. “Feel better now?”

I let out a frustrated growl, grabbed my bag, and stormed toward the door.

“You’ll regret this,” I muttered, throwing a final glare over my shoulder. “Mark my words, Sebastian, you’ll regret this.”

He didn’t respond, just watched me leave with that maddening smirk still on his face.

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SEBASTIAN

The next morning, I sat in the office that would officially become mine today, leaning back in the oversized leather chair and trying to focus on my coffee instead of the mountain of work that awaited me.

First day as CEO of this branch. I still wasn’t thrilled about it, but my father’s word was law.

The door opened, and Lucas strolled in like he owned the place. “Morning, Mr CEO,” he said, grinning as he sat in the chair across from me. “What’s with that smug look? Did the promotion come with an extra dose of arrogance?”

I smirked, swirling my coffee. “Let’s just say I had an interesting night.”

“Oh?” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Do tell. You don’t usually look this entertained on a Monday morning.”

I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face as the memory surfaced and, I told him everything.

Lucas stared at me like I’d just told him the wildest story he’d ever heard. “You let her go off on you? You? The guy who doesn’t take orders from anyone?”

I shrugged, a grin tugging at my lips. “It was… refreshing. I don’t think I’ve ever let a woman order me around like that. But then I really wish I could see her again.”

Lucas shook his head, still grinning. “You’re insane. You’re never seeing her again, though. So snap out of it. You’ve got bigger things to deal with… like running this branch.”

I groaned, leaning back in my chair. “Don’t remind me. Did my father really have to transfer you to another branch? I could’ve used a familiar face here.”

“You’ll survive,” Lucas said, waving me off. “Besides, you’ve got a top-notch assistant coming your way. She’ll make life easier for you.”

“Is that so?” I muttered, taking another sip of coffee.

Lucas nodded. “She’s efficient, smart, and not the kind to let you slack off. She should be here any minute.”

Before I could reply, a knock sounded at the door. Lucas grinned, gesturing toward it. “That’s her now.”

I turned toward the door as it opened, and when I saw who walked in, my coffee cup nearly slipped from my hand.

It was her.

The woman from the club.

And judging by the way her eyes widened when she saw me, she recognized me too.